HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 28-B
MY
MESSAGE TO MY COUNTY SHERIFF WAS CH. #28-A.
Well
people; this was one of the worst
days in years, or on the top ten list of super worst
BOTBAR-DAYS in the past half dozen years, either or. The great
Congressman R. Andrews when a young lad in his late teens, said it
best; and I'll merely quote it now, ''whatever''!
I
have some things to tell you ladies and gentlemen, whoever the dam
hell really is reading me. First off, I won't have to worry about
getting old and frail and dying slowly. When a human being is put
through the amount of mother fucking stress abnd hell that I have
been for thirty years, and now is 60 and not 30 when it all started,
there is no way I'll age out too much longer and live to survive this
fuckiGN bullshit. I will die from this persecution and be robbed out
of a minimum of a decade, and by the way the LAW & ORDER show and
the character on it, ADA and later full DA, JACK MCCOY, would see
things with all of this; this is murder, and if I can ever have it
proven, in or after my lifetime, be me or surviving family; I truly
hope the right thing is done, and this murder and torture be
recognized, and punished by the law, as it should be. As I would want
to be myself, if I had done this to anyone, and then was caught and
successfully prosecuted. That is really all I need to say about this
issue, at least for right now, today.
Now
for anyone reading this shit, who was in the active military services
anywhere on Planet Earth, and where they were just twenty yards away
from a very large explosion, no nothing like China, but large
nonetheless; you know, even with just this, you would not consider
your day as real great and wonderful, or to quote my distant cousin
Donnie boy, ''real marvelous''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
28-B
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
It
has been a while since I discussed anything major about the
Exploratronic Supermind Society, detailed shit regarding the great
6-10 Fascitar, and for that matter, detailed shit regarding
Exploratron-Patty-Paula Senior, AKA MBM or my baby mama! We will
endeavor to correct this on this blog, after I build you all a tiny
whittle foundation to properly lead up to this. First, there are
always powerful and usually very invisible stealthy reasons why
attacks sneak up and creep up on me as they appear to do after days
and even occasionally a couple of weeks of relative-quiet times for
me. Quiet
as measured
by the strict standards of my personal life means times when every
blog or every other blog does not open up with RED
ALERT---RED ALERT,
all over the fuckiGN cunt chewing huffing place, YO!!!! Just felt
that this needed to be put up front and out there for all of you,
totally straight and candid!!!!
Also
before moving into this topic as listed above; there is something
beyond major happening, and that is my 2015 ROULETTE SYSTEM that just
won't crash and burn and fail, no matter how much hell the
Milituforce puts me through and creates for me what I call and have
called for nearly three decades now, ''NEGAMAGGING''!!!!
I
do not believe that I've ever assigned a dam name to this system. I
don't want to. Nor do I plan to ever ever ever ever ever tell a soul
about it in any detail at all. I learn after numerous mother fucking
mewl kicks. Senator Fred Thompson says it so well, also on the
greatest law TV show ever in existence, “L&O”; and I'll quote
him on that particular show, and I totally agree with him and this
statement that I now quote from him, “There's no education to be
found from the second kick of a mewl”. As I said many times and
have reiterated on this blog tonight; I tend to be my own worst enemy
many fucking times. I seem to enjoy being kicked on repeated occasion
by the punishing mewls of cosmic education. But I have learned when
to finally fucking shut the hell ass up, and so I will. Don't plan o
me ever revealing the great secret way to do the impossible, as it
never will come, folks. It is not written down anywhere, nor is it
willed to anyone upon my death. It is that dangerous so as to let me
know better than to do somethin g that totally fuckiGN stupid and
dangerous, YO!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT;
here is what I WILL TELL YOU ALL on this dam ass blog, folks, YO! I
queried my great Astral-plane panther cat, Sir
Professor Gawky Gaukauk.
I asked him, why was this day of August 14, 2015 so incredibly super
vicious, and mother fucking incomprehensibly horrendous, YO
BRAHHHH?????????? He
answered me with PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBER 341. Does that shock you,
agents out here?
It sure proves to me that there is nothing at all fuckiGN random
about this GAWNUM-TECH, YO. There are after-all, 81 possible PCN's,
and out of these total, my response from Sir GEEGEE was this one,
#341!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Must
I really give you the four items that show up in my list? If my
blogaud is basically who and what I believe it to be, then that
answer is a deafening and totally resounding negative-NO!
I
AM BEING MAJOR MOTHER-FUCKING HACKED, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION. WHY WON'T YOU STOP THESE MOTHER FUCKERS FROM VIOLATING MY
RIGHTS TO SPEAK MY MESSAGE AND TRUE STORY, OUT OT THE FUCKING WORLD,
AS GUARANTEED ME UNDER THE UNITED MOTHER FUCKING STATES
CONSTITUTION??????????? YYYYYYYYYYY?
First
they froze me totally up with some recent hack from about two weeks
or maybe three weeks back tops, where th e flashing line keeps going
unlike with most freeze-up-hacks, and it looks fine, but forget it.
You have to hit the fucking FILE icon and close unsaved, and then it
asks if you want to discard or to save and allows the save-option, so
I SAVE, and then I go to a computer shut down and restart. When it
comes back, I have been OK, so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I was
immediately hit with the (WORD-DISAPPEARING) HACK after I came back
up and tried to move on with the following mother fucking sentence,
and make a correction with the mouse. THIS
IS TOTALLY FUCKING ILLEGAL,
AND TOTALLY 'FUCKIGN' UNFAIR; FEDERAL
BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION,
AND MY EX-LANDLORD, AGENT
STEVE CARUSO, OF AUSTIN FUCKING TEXAS, USA,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MY
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' RIGHTS; AND I AM NOT VIOLATING ANY LAWS!!!!!!!!!
THIS BLOG
DOES NOT ADVOCATE
VIOLENCE,
GOVERNMENT
OVERTHROW,
OR ILLEGALLY
DONE ACTS OF DISOBEDIENCE.
IT DOES SAY, WE
ALL NEED TO FIX THIS FUCKED UP SYSTEM;
AND
THESE EXAMPLES OF MY PERSECUTION SHOW EXACTLY YYYYYYYYYYYYYY,
YO
YO YO YO YO YO;
UNLESS ANYONE OUT HERE IS IN
FAVOR OF ILLEGAL TORMENT AND TOTAL TORTURE, COVERTLY DONE,
TO A LEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, BRO; NAMELY ME, MARK WAYNE PITIFUL
PATHETIC MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WILL TELL YOU ALL ONE MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY LAPPING SUCKING ITEM
THOUGH. If this hellish fucking nightmare shit continues and doesn't
back off of me, I may just cause my own funeral and wipe out Planet
Earth by copyrighting my 2015-Ultimate Roulette System, YO!!!! This
will end the world as we kn ow it, the second it mother fuckiGN hits
the United States Library of the Congress Copyright © Office, and
that's a turd chewing promise at the speed of light squared and cubed
in CUBA, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane
Whoreshits came real dam fuckiGN close to nailing my pitiful little
dam ass with her miserable ONES-ASSAULT and page eleven of eleven.
DAM BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will get heavy, yet be written cleverly for the few who will get it.
A lot of major things are happening, and in many ways, the year 1980
and the times that follow that year, are and will be repeating and
duplicating the general life patterns around me in numerous ways. I
don't mean in any way that all things are similar, as if I said that,
I'd be an even bigger asshole jerk off than I already am. After-all;
1980 was one of my three fairly great years, at least for me and by
my standards of sub-hell existence, and these being 1969, 1980, and
1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, things are replicating major patterns,
and maybe I am the only one who can see it. I never claimed to be
smart, just perhaps ''gifted''
with some really weird ''supernatural'' abilities. I use the word
gifted, but that is only because others might. I don't see any of my
shit as a gift by any stretch; from here to Quakertown, PA-USA!!!!
The very same forces that tried to crash and ruin this blog a few
minutes ago, also caused the radio station up in Jersey, WAYV, back
in early 2009 around the holiday season somewhere; to do that bit
with Regis Philbin and Paula and the threat bullshit misconstrued
when all poor Regis was trying to tell rotten ass Paula King to do
was be careful, very sincerely. It was done jokingly, but I caught
it, as
I had just blogged where I was telling my mother fuckiGN daughter to
also, “BE CAREFUL”. I found the entire fuckiGN thing offensive as
a mother fucker, cubed;
but that's not my mother fucking point, folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is my dick licking pernt here, Mister Archibald Queens Heatnight
Bunker, and all others up here reading this, YO; is thisssssssssss.
Missssss SSSSSusan Snales 1983 Lucci Erica Kane, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
in the name of the gods could even someone as powerful as my distant
cousin Mister Trump, and all his NSA buddies and all his powerful
puppeteer pals, all combined, pull off a stunt like making them do
this ad-spot at WAYV, and then get me while on security dutty in my
car, at Cifaloglio on one particular night; to tune into one
particular station as I rarely listen to any radio and even if I do
or did, I scan the entire dial and have no fuckign fave stations, YO,
so just how could even TRUMPS-NSA and whatever-whoever, pull all this
off?????? The answer is there are folks more powerful thabn any of
you know or understand, and even th emother fuckign Ancient Astronaut
Theorists have just a tiny frostbitten ice shaven clue off the big
Titanic sinking berg of 103 years ago. The complexities would involve
tons of computers that are all as intelligent as Mister
Data on Star Trek---TNG;
and we are not there yet; not even at PURPLE
& 9!!!! IPYT folks, even the top secret MAJESTIC absolute
clearance level peeps know that this has not yet been cracked by our
time and our dimension
of citizenry. BUT
ESS,
now that is a whole other mother fuckiGN cunt eating ballgame, lads
and lassies, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And
just WHO DO I CLAIM ALL ALONG THAT THIS STAR FAMILY AND PATTY-PAULA
KING ARE PART OF???
Then
there are literally hundreds if not mother fuckiGN thousands of
incidents with many many similar overtones to this WAYV-situation,
kind folks, YO! Where to begin an endless project here of me
attempting to give you all some really fuckiGN terrific examples,
would be anyone's dam guess, great peeps!!!! How about if I start
with my recording of the great musical project from 2007, “Karaoke
Lunch-break at the Sorian Guardhouse”, where the © Office insisted
on leaving out my number (18) on that title, originally
planned to be the ''Sorian-18'' Guardhouse!!!!!!!!!! You know the
project. Well, if you all forgot, here it is, all nice and fuckiGN
highlighted, BRAHHH!!!
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My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
My
mother fucking computer was frozen and would not unfreeze. This
Milituforce illegal hacking activity struck me real hard, but thank
the gods, I was able to do this blog!
This
is a major mother fucking violation of my human and civil rights,
ACLU, Pam Bondi AG of Florida, and Sheriff K.J. Mascara, of Saint
Lucie County, FL-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lighthouse
Queen Callio, is behind this; along with her
miserable rotten family;
McGuire,
King,
and all of the MACY-BUNCH.
W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
I'LL
TAREN-TEE IT; GEORGE BOXER FOREMAN SIR!!!!
YOU'RE
DEAD CALLIO!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU'RE
DEAD 12 TIMES FUCKING OVER; YOU BITCH!!!! YOU 2
PPK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
I
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HATE THAT DAM ASS EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
(ESS)
THE
FUCKING END
HELP
ME SHERIFF KEN MASCARA
PLEASE,
SIR
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THIS
GOD DAM ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN AT JUST SHY OF MIDNIGHT WITH NOISY NABES
EITHER NEXT TO ME, OR ABOVE ME, OR BOTH; AND THEY ARE STILL ANNOYING,
BUT LESS; AND NOW THIS ALSO IS ACROSS, AND OUT BEYOND MY DOOR FROM
ME, ARE OTHER SICKO NABES FROM HELL, AS WELL TODAY, AND ON TOP OF ALL
OF THIS SHERIFF SIR; I HAVE BEEN
UNDER CHEMTRAIL SIEGE THIS MORNING THAT HAS ME SICK AND COUGHING AND
ILLEGALLY BEING MADE TO SUFFER WITH THIS HUMAN RIGHTS AND CIVIL
RIGHTS VIOLATION ON ME; AND THEN ON TOP OF THIS, ARE MANY
OTHER ATTACKS; AND WHEN I TRIED TO BLOG A HALF HOUR TO AN HOUR AGO,
THE BIG GREEN ELECTRICAL TRANSFORMER, OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, AND UP THE
STREET ON AVENUE B, ACROSS FROM SEVENTH AVENUE; EXPLODED
WITH A HUGE BANG, AND RIGHT BEFORE THAT, THE
ELECTRICITY WENT TOTALLY OUT. THE NICE REPAIRMEN FIXED IT,A ND
NOW I AM ON THE COMPUTER AGAIN, KIND SHERIFF,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS FOLLOWING A WILD PATTERN OF ALWAYS
BEING KNOCKED OUT OF POWER ON (FRIDAY'S)
KIND SIR. COINCIDENCE? REALLY SIR?
THANK
YOU BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING, FOR COMING AROUND ME LATE THIS MORNING, AND
BEING WITH ME WHILE I AM SUFFERING SO BADLY, UNDER THIS MILITUFORCE
FUCKING DEATH SIEGE. THANK YOU,
THANK YOU SQUARED, THANK YOU CUBED, AND THANK YOU CUBAN SQUARED, WITH
ALL FLYING FLAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS 85 DEGREES NOW AT 19 MINUTES SHY OF 2, THIS AFTER-DISASTER NOON.
THIS
IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION, LEGALLY BINDING, UP ON
THE INTERNET, PRINTED BY MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND NOW OFFICIALLY
SIGNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FRIDAY,
AUGUST 14, 2015. PLEASE TRY TO PROTECT ME, AS I COME UP ON THE VERY
HOURS OF WHERE THIS ALL BEGAN FOR ME, KIND SHERIFF SIR; BACK
IN 1986, ON 08-15, SIR, PLEASE!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE
FUCKING HACKING SIR, WD.
MY
CUNT CHEWING JERK OFF NABES ARE INTENTIONALLY BANGING, AND IT IS ALL
AROUND ME, AND I KNOW IT IS AN ORGANIZED MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CONSPIRACY;
AS IT IS COMING FROM ALL FRONTS, AND ALL 'FUCKIGN' ANGLES, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SIR!!!!!!!!!
ALSO
SHERIFF SIR, I HAVE SO FAR TODAY SUFFERED THROUGH AND ENDURED, TWO
MAJOR LOUD CAR-STEREO ILLEGAL ASSAULTS ON ME, OUTSIDE MY
WINDOW; AND I MEAN BLARING LOUD TO THE POINT WHERE IN MY APARTMENT, I
FEEL MY INSIDES SHAKING, AND THIS IS NOT FAIR AND IT IS NOT LEGAL
SIR; AND I WANT TO SIGN A 'FUCKIGN'
COMPLAINT KIND SIR!!!!!!!! THIS SUBS-SIEGE IS BEHIND ALL OF
THE INCREASING GUN VIOLENCE IN THIS
COUNTRY OVER THE PAST TWO DECADES NOW. THE MORE THESE
SUBWOOFERS ARE BEING BLARED TO ABSURD ILLEGAL LEVELS ALL
AROUND US, THE NERVES OF PEOPLE ARE
GOING FUCKING NUTS, KIND SIR.
THIS IS WHY, AND NO ONE BUT ME SEEMS TO KNOW WHAT THIS MYSTERY IS
REALLY ALL 'FUCKIGN' ABOUT;
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW
MUCH DO YOU WANT TO BET THE DOW
JONES IS SOARING TODAY, THROUGH WHAT ELSE BUT MONSTER
DEATH 'FUCKIGN' CUNT SIEGE, BEING PERPETRATED ON ME, AS ALWAYS; AND
FOR 29 YEARS NOW KIND
SHERIFF, SIR?
THIS
IS ALSO KNOWN AS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, KIND SIR. JUST ASK RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, UP IN JERSEY. IF HE IS ALIVE STILL; HE MOST LIKELY
LIVES IN THE TOWN OF TABERNACKLE,
IN BURLINGTON COUNTY, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!
THE
END, KIND SHERIFF, SIR, YO!!!!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
27
Thank
you so very much for bringing me a ton of your beautiful lightning
yesterday, DIANA. You are my everything; my wonderful baby blond!
AUGUST
13, 2015,
LATE
ON THURSDAY NIGHT, AT 11:52,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-90/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 94%, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH HEAVY NNW GUSTING TO 23.
Oh
shit is this annoying. I think it finally broke up at five shy of
fucking midnight, as I heard a door and it got quiet. I do not know
if it was fucking next to me or up above me, but lots of noisy peeps
were around. Jesus Christmas fucking trees!!!!
There
are so many goddess dam things to say and tell that would totally
fucking blow all your minds. Still, it is not worth it to get into
all that I could, until I learn how to grow my blog from this same
steady few dozen people who view it, whoever they really are.
But
until I can get back home where I belong, to fight these monsters on
their own fucking cunt turf; and get settled and stronger; I am not
going to continue to cast my great pearls before a mindless group of
a few dozen swine. All they do is work against me, and all I am doing
is handing these mother fuckers the ammunition from which to
accomplish their dastardly fucking evil deeds. That
makes me more than just my own worst enemy, but
rather a total fucking asshole fool. The quintessential fool of the
pool, quite literally, huh old 1995 palamine?????????
Yes
I have some real fucking jerk off illegal noisy GUESTS around here.
It's two past fuckiGN midnight, and they're still yelling out in th
hallway, Mizz Debra Marotto!!!! What do you expect, it is now FOOD
FUCKING PUKE FRIDAY!!!!
I
know that I must always watch out for McGuire until the day that
either he or I bite the dust, whichever comes first. As for what his
friend managed to tell me about two months later; all I am safe to
say is that Steve began wondering some shit back around 1995, and
that a friend of his also went to my high school back in 1967 before
leaving for California, and that they both knew a classmate of mine,
and is why she went to Haddonwood in 1995 to see how much she could
learn from me without my getting suspicious that she was just there
for that purpose. How does the mother fuckiGN news media say this,
“The plot just keeps on thickening and thickening”????????????????
As for Atlantic City, hey Sally if you are out there and I doubt it,
or if PP is and still is in touch; tell her that she can to this day,
since the law allows for ongoing conspiracies to knock statutory
limits off the books; sue all these horrible pricks in Atlantic City
for defamation of character, from that 1998 rumor they and their
powerful Trenton-DJ peeps and club peeps, all started about her
lesbian shit. She really should contact me, as together, we could end
up really suing these fuckiGN monsters from hell, Paul sir. I'll let
you have 50% of my share as a finders fucking fee if you wish to
discuss this offer with Sally, YO! After my rotten daughter has
pulled off all of this horror and showed me her totally despicable
side; well, it is only fitting PP, and I am just making you the offer
since you like $ a little more than I do. I no longer care about
anything beyond getting fuckiGN justice,
for all that has been done by these demons from the
hot-lands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
Fucking
whore JANE BITCHSLUT just got me with her page eleven of eleven
assault on me again, the fuilthy fucking bastard whore!!!!!!!!!!!
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There
is no way I could stay at Jenny's park or be working at Cifaloglio
and living in Jersey. Not when all shit is connected together in a
cosmic way and after all the other rotten shit all was meant to
happen. I konw this, but to explain all the fucking shit in my head,
would take ten years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll just wash up
and sign off now, Choke-hold Darius and Rock Chucker Ann King Silva,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too
many things are existing by pure weird happenstance for this not to
be Sara Karge's simulation, Professor Kaku sir. I do not expect you
or anybody to know my life move by move, as if you could properly
analyze this as a huge chess game; and then try and either prove or
disprove me and all my claims and stories on a scientific level. It
is extremely unfortunate that this cannot be done, at least not yet,
not until a time arrives when all things can be scanned and examined,
and later still, toyed with and messed with in a sort of endless
overdubbing process of intermingled interacted life on life, as
though we back here in less enlightened times were merely blobs
inside a Packman videogame from 1980, and wow, I did say, Lois Foca
1980. The one and only 1980. Oh well, all this and 3 and a half bucks
will get any of us a cup of Joe tomorrow and maybe a stale bagel at
the local donut shop.
Don't
even think about parking here, distant Cousin, or I'll get your cute
grand daughter to pull your rug off your scowling head. Keep right on
reading the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, and go right on hating my guts
everybody, if that makes you feel like a bunch of big heroes. WOW,
look at you all. No parking, keep right on going with the BOM, good
folks. As Saint Paul said some time back to his fellow church members
scattered throughout a relatively small area of this planet; Goddess
be with you, and I love you, even if you all hate me, YO! Sleep
tight, Sarah Kessel Lookalikes, and anyone else that needs to sleep
nice and tight. Just hope and pray the light goes on for you, as I
now know, I am still endlessly reaching for the light on my desk, and
it is not ever going to go on. Ain't this a cool situation, Foolio
Cooley Christmas Tree Callio Kennedy? WOW, BLOOD ON MY SHOE is like
Gawky's great lottery number, and boxed, it did come out, lovely MO,
and not so lovely WOMO. Gee whiz © Office, CAN IT BE SO in 1988 or
any year for that matter? Maybe Frederick Hinger at the New York
Metropolitan has the answer, if he hasn't yet kicked the bucket, holy
skunk sweat!
The
name-number, or total alphabetized value of letters making up the
words, “STAR TREK” is 112. I resided at two locations with that
street address number. First, in 1979 and into 1980, before moving
into the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees Township in New Jersey, I
was at 112 East Fifth Avenue in Mantua, New Jersey, and later in 1996
into 1998 before leaving for Guthrie Short's Blue Anchor mansion on 5
acres of land, I was at the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH-HOUSE as I
call it now, at 112 Harvard Avenue. Powerful coincidence, Mister
Rotten Berry, Blucran and all other berries of transdimensional
hyperspace, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
I
met David Roth nearly 30 years ago, it seems like days, not nearly a
third of a mother fucking century. He knew I could move heavy diner
rotisserie motors in reverse, and grab a rope and pull a life-raft
with him inside of it, against a strong Barnegat Bay current without
swimming a single stroke. We met as security guards quite some time
back, it
was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was
called the Caldor Number 113 Store. This
retail store was owned by a couple by the name of Dorothy and Coral.
This is where you get the combined word they came up with, CALDOR. It
went out of business within a decade give or take from the time we
met there. He worked directly for them. I was in house security, with
a private security company. Shortly before we met, I had hooked up
some electrical step-down transformers to wires that connected my bed
frame made of metal with steel springs. The mattress was thin, and
when I would go to sleep, I would adjust a switch until I could feel
electrical current just a small bit. This helped me to leave my body
when I fell asleep and reach what I then referred to the Astral-Plane
as, ''Lightning's world''!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AMERICA and Mister Schiff.
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When
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Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
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